Prayers/poems to God....

[Mystic]

Title: As my soul perishes.

Everything I say
Everything I do
Is any of it being true to you?
They came to this world
And the world turned away from them
Ungrateful to your favor
That you bestowed upon them
Tell me o God how will I temper my hate by discipline?
They reject them because they hate you
They hate you because the dark one has beautified in their eyes their love of idols.
 Your book is not unclear
But clear bright signs guiding to the path
It's our hearts that are unclear
And we refuse to polish them with reflection
So I testify not a single act has been an act of submission
but seeking that arrogant cloak that will never raise me to you
No
Rather
The truth is
I know I hate you deep inside
Clinging to my false self
Refusing to embrace
That name of yours
That light
That leader
That Guide
Saying I want to live
And not pass away
Where nothing remains but your face.
I refuse to embrace that love of AlHassan and Al-Hussain
No I'm a traitor to Ali
Abandoning Fatima
So having not embrace the path of love
I now cower in fear
What will happen to me
If I remain on this path of destruction
And prefer the unclean word
Over Taha your Messenger
Will I die and perish
As the heart of of the witness of our time watches me perish?
Will he not pray for me Ya Allah?
Will you not change my heart for his sake?
Make me one of his helpers
One of his followers?
Not due to any love that I may merit
Nor any praise that I've earned
But for his sake Ya Allah
That he doesn't watch the one who you once guided
And enlightened with your face
To suffer
To harden
To whither away from grace
And perish in a his own dug grave
While walking among people
I see myself with no power
No way to fight back 
As the dark forces take over my soul
You been watching me perish day by day
I complain with self pity
The little of mercy I have left for my soul
The little fear I still have from wisdom
Why God?
Why have you left me?
Why don't you help me?
Why don't you save me?
Why don't you lift my heart?
Why don't you inspire me?
Why don't you guide me?
Why don't you push me?
Why don't you empower me?
Why don't you connect me?
Is this the end of our friendship?
Have you decided to seal my heart?
If your hate and anger regarding me has become firm
Then for the pleasure of Mohammad and his family
Favor me for their sake
Rekindle a light, for their sake
Honor me, for their sake
And let me not continue on this path of destruction, for their sake

[Mystic]

Title: I'm sorry for what I've become.

I'm sorry for what I've become

You gave me a sharp sword,

yet I been attacked from all sides

You gave me wisdom

yet I've become foolish

You gave me strength

yet I've become weak

You gave me knowledge

yet I've become ignorant

You gave me light

yet I'm engulfed in darkness

You gave me purity

Yet my heart is full of filth

You gave me a daily routine

Yet I've been neglectful in the journey

You gave me friends

Yet I've become a stranger

You gave me help

Yet I've become forsaken

You gave me resolution

Yet I've become lazy

You gave me everything I asked for by creating me for yourself and knowing you

Yet I have nothing as I worship the Taghut

You gave me opportunities to prove myself to you

Yet my claim to worship you is but lip service

You gave patience

Yet I've become hasty

You opened the door of repentance and turning to you

Yet I persist in my rebellion to you

You gave me an illuminating book

Yet I prefer wasting my time on vain activities

You gave me intelligence

Yet I've become stupid

You gave me beautiful clothes

Yet I my heart has become veiled in dark ugly wraps

You gave me a treasure from yourself

Yet I haven't shown any appreciating by holding on to it

No rather....

No rather....

I've destroyed it's very foundation

No rather....

No rather...

I've denied it's existence

No rather....

No rather....

I've shown nothing but ungratefulness for it

Forgive me my Lord.

Forgive me for failing you

Forgive me for failing myself

Forgive me for failing the Imam of our time

Forgive me for failing Mohammad my Prophet

Forgive me for failing Fatima

Truly I will remain failure unless you have mercy upon me

And help me with a mighty help

And inspire me with what will redeem my soul

Let love of Ali be my breath

Let you be my goal

And let me live an honourable life.

[Brian37]

Resident Evil, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @Brianrrs37 on twitter)

I know what you are
I know where you hide
I know my species history
Of where you really reside

In our infancy
The world was scary
We had no clue
Of the nature of reality

We sought pattern
We sought purpose
Even though we know now
There never really was

So we made bad guesses
Thinking something above
Something that thought like us
Could provide us comfort and love

The first ones were earthy
Took form of that around us
From volcanos, deer and weather
Prayed they would favor thus

Then we started writing
And we settled down
Forming bigger and bigger cities
The gods took more human form

They began to look like us
It should be obvious
They never existed at all
We projected or desires, nothing more.

An ancient Greek once said
If horses had gods
The gods
Would look like horses

Above your shoulders
Below you hair
Between your ears
Is where God lives.

Quite easy to kill
If you're brave
If you're willing
To think for yourself

[downbeatplumb]

There was a god called Yahweh
he had a little knob
He sent his son to Bethlehem
who got a preaching job

[Brian37]

There was a god called Yahweh
he had a little knob
He sent his son to Bethlehem
who got a preaching job

Before he got mono
He was part of a nucleus 
Of the "Divine family"
The Ugaritic texts tell us

"Let us make them
In our image"
The lesser god Yahweh
Is where they stole it

His little knob
Grew really big
A grave for daddy El
The Hebrews did dig

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Jesus was Jewish -
So why aren't you?

Boru

[Minimalist]

Man created gods
Out of fear and ignorance.
Fuck god up the ass.




Sayonara.

[Brian37]

Man created gods
Out of fear and ignorance.
Fuck god up the ass.




Sayonara.

What is the minimal altitude to call it a Haiku?

[Alex K]

A Deist Limerick

There once was a God up in heaven
With his ego up to eleven.
And now his creation
waits in vain for salvation
Because he split right after day seven.


A Poem for God

God.
Rancid tape-worms wiggling /
through festering putrescent flesh.
Putrid intestines /
being eaten by them.
I think I see a beautiful flower.
It smells of the plague /
For it is a decaying weasel.

[robvalue]

I'm not unwilling to do some confiding

The problem is simple: you keep on hiding

Coming to visit should be a formality

Why do you have such a strong sceptic allergy?